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GiVeS YoU HeLl: ChApTeR: 3
Tapping his lean-long fingers impatiently against the armrests of the leather executive chair he was sitting on, Wade Barrett blinked his eyes slowly as he released the breath he has been holding in his mouth for the last several seconds or so. He has been sitting like that for a while, and other than his restless digits he basically sat without moving a muscle, his emerald colored eyes fixed in an undefined spot right ahead of him.
He just didn't get it, for the last four hours of his life he has been there, waiting for anyone to come… anyone! Stone Cold, Booker T… hell, he would even gladly take the five rookies bursting through that door, mad and seeking revenge.
But so far, nothing. So far the door to the vacation cabin The Corre so blatantly rented in hopes of being find by anyone who wanted to take them out remained undisturbed and Wade was starting to wonder if someone would ever come.
Could it be that they picked a rather difficult place for those brutes to find? Or was it that the Tough Enough Host and the rest of the trainers didn't want to bother in finding their little bird and rescuing her?
Nah, he didn't think so. If there was something about those men Wade really knew, it was that they would do anything in their power to find Trish and as Stone Cold so tackily would say himself, open a can of whoop ass on The Corre.
Snarling his lip, Wade tilted his head to the side and took a look around the living room. Justin was sitting over the sofa, his head leaned against the back of it and a cloth covering his eyes. In Wade's mind, the kid was overly exaggerating, yes it was true that he had some nasty scratches all around his eyes but really, wasn't he a wrestler that could take than and more?
The little wanker. Is that how he was getting ready to face Stone Cold Steve Austin?
Shaking his head in shame, he moved his head to the other side and looked at Heath. The One Man Rock Band was also sitting, and most to Wade dismay he was holding a mirror and inspecting the scratches he was also sporting on his face.
"What do you think are you doing, you berk?" He asked, his voice thundering all through the room.
"Dude, look at my face." The younger man said as he pointed at his cheek. "I mean look at it."
"Dude?" Wade responded in his heavy accent as he furrowed his brows. "What are you, stoned? Why don't you stop being a pansy and ask Trish why Stone Cold is not here at my door."
Heath blinked two times, putting the mirror down without taking his eyes away from his leader. "Naw mean, what if she scratches me again? This face can't take any more of that."
Wade licked at his pursing lips, his hands flying up in the air. "Oh bugger that, the woman is tied! She can't scratch you if her hands are tied, she can't even kick you because her legs are tied and listen to this one, she won't even be able to bite you either and guess why is that?"
"Because her mouth is tied?" Heat shrugged, one of his eyebrows arching up in his forehead.
The English man stared at him for several seconds and then shook his head in disbelief. "You know, never mind; seems like I have to do it myself, like always. You would have cocked it up anyway." With that said, Wade got up to his feet and made his way towards the kitchen.
An hour or so ago, he decided that in order for people to know that they were in town they needed to be seen so he and Heath took a walk out. They didn't get too far, but he did make sure that people noticed and for that he used his American college and his bold attitude. As a result, he didn't think that the ladies that lived around were happy about their new neighbors and if someone like… who knew, a Rattle Snake came looking for them they would be more than happy to point them the way.
But anyway, the point was that while they were out, the two Corre members walked into a convenience store down the street and bought a few things to eat and that was what he came looking for; so once he was at the kitchen, he grabbed a Mystic Orange-Carrot juice and turned around, facing the door that lead into the only locked room in the house and heading towards it.
Opening the door, the first thing Wade noticed was that Trish was sitting on the floor, her back resting against a wall and her knees up to her chest. He didn't know how she got there because he remembered very well that he had left her over the bed.
He also remembered how he hadn't been so kind in doing so, but that has been her own fault for fighting all the way from the car to the cabin. He would have showed her another lesson, but the woman hadn't hit him so he just tied her up real nice and yes, he even tied a shirt over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Now she wasn't looking so fierce and if anyone who had no idea of what that woman was capable of walked into the room right in that moment, they would surely feel sympathy for her. She looked frail, she looked innocent and she looked very mistreated.
Blowing out a breath, Wade closed the door behind him and walked straight to her. Once at her side, he crouched down, the corner of his lips curving up as he arched one eyebrow.
Close to her, he could see that the fire in her eyes was still burning and that if given the chance she would try to take his eyes out of their sockets like she tried with Justin.
Ah, but there was a difference, he wasn't Justin, he was Wade Barrett and Trish was… well, she was just a woman.
"Are you thirsty?" He asked, trying to use his patient and kind voice.
Trish didn't move, she just looked at him with all the intensity of her warm hazel eyes and blinked.
Wade took that as a yes, so reaching forward he took off the shirt covering her mouth and brought the bottle of juice close to her lips.
The Canadian drank, tentatively but she drank, her eyes looking away from him as Wade watched her.
"See, I'm not such a bad guy as people make me look." He said, taking the bottle away from her lips and using his thumb to wipe her mouth clean. "I can be a nice guy and I'm sure you can very nice too. So tell me, Trish… I mean now that we are cooperating with each other, where is Stone Cold and why he is not here looking for you?"
Arching an eyebrow, the former Diva pursed her plump lips and responded his question. "He'll come, you can be sure of that." She said, her voice sounding way too petulant for someone who was tied up. "And then you'll wish he never did."
"That's where you're wrong, little bird; I'm actually waiting eagerly for his arrival."
"What for, are you so eager to get that stupid smirk wiped off your face?" She said, her head turning to his and her eyes burning. "But you know, Wade, I'm also very eager for him to come, as I can't wait to see him beat you to a black and blue mess."
Wade's smirk widened and then he took a sip of the juice. He savored it in his mouth and after swallowing he went back into smirking. "I would love to see him trying."
With a chuckle that carried no trace of amusement, Trish kept talking. "You think you are tough because you made those clowns that follow you beat a few kids with no experience, eh? Well let me tell you something, you are nothing more than a coward and the fact that you have me here tied up is a clear sign of that."
Wade smiled at the smug look Trish had on her face and nodded. She thought she was smart? Well he was a step ahead of her and he was going to take advantage of that. He knew she wanted to make him feel the need to prove how he wasn't a coward by releasing her and then she was going to try to do some of her little tricks.
Ah, but he was going to show her that he had better tricks. "Well, you are right, I mean where are my manners. Here, let me make things right."
After saying that, he effortlessly lifted her up and after standing up and taking a few steps he sat her over the bed. Once there, he reached into his pocket and took out the swiss army knife he always carried around and proceeded to cut the ropes, first the ones around her feet and then the ones in her hands.
Once free, Trish rubbed her wrists for a few seconds and then, just like Wade was expecting it, she tried to connect her fist against his temple.
Wade saw it coming before she even moved her arm and thus he caught her hand midair while a pleasant smile took over his features. Grunting, Trish tried to hit him with her other hand, but he caught that one too and when she tried to use her legs in her defense, Wade had no choice but to push her back and pin her between her body and the mattress.
"Trish, Trish. You are very predictable, I mean I have to admit that I was expecting you to wait a little longer but still, I saw that coming miles away." He hissed, forcing her hands to remain immobile right above her head. "Is that the best you have?"
The woman beneath him grunted, trying with all her might to push him off of her; but all her efforts were in vain, Wade was just too strong for her. "Get off." She panted, her voice strained and full of anger.
Wade didn't get off, but he did feel the knee of one of her legs trapped between his moving and probably trying to hit his privates and before she could do it he acted. That would be a cheap shot so without letting go of her hands, he used his own knees to push her legs apart and at each side of him.
If you asked him, he would say that was a very interesting position and he couldn't stop his eyes to wander down her body to take a look at the way she was helplessly trapped underneath him.
He could tell that wasn't the way she expected things to go.
No, not at all, at the turn of events his petite captive was mad, even if her pretty face wouldn't be telling him so, he would know because he could actually feel the heat radiating out of her pores in huge waves and he gladly took in the feeling of it.
But, not wanting to lose focus, he forced his eyes back to hers and arched his eyebrow. "So what now little caged bird with nowhere to go?" Wade asked, his voice no more than a dark whisper floating in the air. "Should I tie you back again? I'm thinking that I can tie you real nice, put you in the trunk of the car and take a few pictures. I'm sure Stone Cold would act quicker if I send him such a lovely picture."
"You are nothing but a coward,"
Rolling his eyes, Wade sighed and his lips twisted into a sly smile. "You told me that already, anything else you want to add?"
"I hate you."
"Yeah?" He said in a chuckle, watching with intensity the way her eyes flickered as she sated at him.
"Yes." She said through clenched teeth.
"I bet you want to hit me, don't you?" He said with an amused expression gracing his features as he let go one of her hands, just one. "Go ahead; I want you to hit me and I'm bloody sure you want it too."
Trish pursed her lips and Wade expected the hit, he was waiting for it with open arms. But instead, Trish grabbed a handful of his hair and without any more preambles she pulled him to her, making his lips crash against hers in an improvised lip lock.
That right there took him by surprise; sure, if he had encouraged her to hit him it was because a dark part of him had wanted to end up kissing her just like this; but even though, in his mind things didn't start quite like that.
In his mind, he would be the one initiating the contact and his tongue the one seeking refuge into her mouth and not the other way around. But he liked this turn of events; he liked how her hand held him close to her as her tongue sought insistently for his.
He gave into the moment, pressing against her and ignoring the part of his mind that was telling him to be aware. He couldn't help it, his flesh was weak. He was just a man and trickster or not, Trish was a very desirable woman and the feeling of her kissing him while laying right under him was too much.
Tongue sliding against tongue and breaths mingling together, Wade let go of Trish other wrist and ran his fingers up her leg, letting them rest and curl over her flesh once he reached her hip.
It was quite nice… but there was no denying that there was something quite odd about it all too. That was a feeling that both his body and his mind sensed. After all, how come that a woman that hated his guts and that probably wanted to see him bleeding on the floor so she could kick him was now kissing him without inhibitions, brushing her body against him and pushing her hips up against the arousal she had shamelessly provoked in him?
Yeah… how come? Thinking about that and without letting go of her lips, he opened his eyes just in time to see that the hand that wasn't clamped on his hair was holding his swiss army knife and that she was about to stab him with it.
He reacted as quickly as he could, releasing her lips and moving away from her. But it came anyway; maybe not where she wanted to stab him but he could feel the little object getting incrusted somewhere behind his shoulder.
Grunting and reaching up to take the knife out of his flesh, Wade sat down on the bed, watching how Trish sneaked away from him to get up to her feet, making a run for the door.
He noticed, how could he not? But instead of running after her he snarled his lips, took a deep breath and sucked his teeth. Then, without moving a muscle, he moved his head towards the door and called out.
"Heath, bring me that little tart over here, she really pissed me off now."
TBC